Echo

Chapter Thirteen

'Stupid Lecturer, stupid moron."

I grind out as I continuously stomp my feet through the deadbeat hallway of my university building.

"He even has the decency to laugh, prick." I muttered to myself, before swinging open the door into the fresh air, the sidewalk littered with people stopping to stare, like watching monkeys at the zoo. Not like they've never seen someone covered in bright blue paint before. Rolling my eyes, I flung myself down the steps, head down and fast pacing myself towards the nearest shopping mall.

Oh my what happened?

Someone's looking a little blue.

Snorting at the comments I was receiving while travelling to the, luckily on five-minute walk away, mall, they seemed to be the most ridiculously slow minutes as almost everyone within touching distance of me stopped and turned to snicker at my looks. It's paint, get over it. It also wasn't my fault.

Damn Lecturer.

Stupid man for picking on me, just because I was looking out the window instead of at him, I was listening, promise.

Where you really Rayne?

Let's be honest, my mind couldn't stop thinking about that one night. The stupid date night which happened last week. For the past five days I've been locking myself away, rocking on my bed and blasting all sorts of heavy metal through my headphones.

It didn't go away.

No matter how much Jess comforted me, cried with me, screamed with me. No matter how much junk food she brought me everyday, his face never left my mind. I swear I saw it, I swear.

"Get over it." I spat at myself, pushing through the doors of the mall and heading straight to the most overpriced shop I could find. I felt like treating myself, when you're upset, you spend. And boy was I going to go all out today.

Sod my lecturer.

Screw walking back into that classroom looking like a Smurf.

I still couldn't' believe he had the nerve to yell at me to come back, he was the one who wanted me to go inside the art cupboard and bring out the new box of acrylic paints. He was the one who has balanced them on the edge of the shelf and he was the one who distracted me as I was going to pick them up.

Blue, fucking, everywhere.

"Hey, Rayne." Nicola's voice yanked me out of my annoyed state, her smile widening on her face at the sheer shock on mine. "Did I scare ya?" She laughed, jabbing me lightly in the side. Rolling my eyes at her, I lightly shoved her back.

"No," I mumbled, chuckling quietly. Her grin widened.

"Alright, alright," She held her hands up in surrender, "Let me know if you need help, okay?" I nodded, watching as she span around and wondered over to an older lady looking at a pair of shorts which would most definitely not suit her, I mean they wouldn't even flatter Beyoncé, those shorts were hideous. Nicola looked back at me a look of pure humour plastered over her face, it was quite obvious in all of her six months working here she hadn't seen a eighty-something year old wanting to try on gold hot-pants.

"Dear God." I couldn't help breathe out, she was mad. Those poor Grandchildren of hers must be devastatingly embarrassed. Well, that's if she had Grandkids.

Nicola was trying to steer her away from the shorts towards a better-looking pair of three-quarter lengths jeans but she wasn't having any of it. Cracking a smile I began looking around before I saw myself in the mirror.